When I lie dead
What will they remember?
My cold heart?
My carelessness and carefree ways?
I doubt that
Those who will remember me, at all
Will remember the smiles
Those of mine, and those I brought
The smiles and the many written lines
Which often meant more to me than to them
I will be remembered as a giver
Often giving more than I had
They say this is a character flaw
I’d say that’s right
But, in the end
That’s just me
And I can’t (and won’t) speak for them
I hope some of these many interactions
Have sat well, with them
© D J Loweman 2015
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beautiful!
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Thank you. I would love to hear what you liked about it. Thanks, again.
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I think that emotional insight and honesty are as important to a poem as a sense of language.
I like the fact that people will remember you for giving what you felt was important for you.
That you take as much from giving as you give, even when you give more than you actually have.
I’m not terribly good at articulating what I like about a poem…so if there are any questions about this please ask…:) And thank you for asking for my thoughts.
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I gotcha. And thank you.
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I’m also always open to your (and anyone’s) thoughts. Any poem, any time. If you think it’s good or not, feel free to tell me. And don’t worry about offending me — I take it all in stride.
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That’s the only way to grow. Thanks again…
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